A Man in Uniform

Lately, I feel like I’ve just been writing fics with long, complicated storylines so I decided to throw in some shameless PWP for the sake of variety. Enjoy~ :3

Prompt: Because Kon would so have a kink for Tim’s new Robin uniform. He so would.

It was Kon’s idea to wear the old red and black Robin outfit.

Of course, it was Kon’s idea. Everything involving shameless frivolity and sex could only be thought of by Kon himself. The man was endlessly creative like that, and Tim found himself either hating or loving him for it.

Right now for example.

Tim was being crowded into the corner of his bedroom, his face pressed against the wall and both arms pinned high above his head by an invisible force. The leggings of his Robin uniform had been stripped down to his ankles, along with his underwear, and behind him Kon had him bent, his ass exposed while he inserted one finger after another, making Tim bite back a moan.

The other hand was memorizing the contours of Tim’s chest, his nipples and then going lower, where it gently grazed the length of Tim’s cock before moving away again. It was just like Kon to tease him when Tim already felt like every part of him was about to explode. It was infuriating.

“You’re an ass,” Tim groaned.

In response, Kon dug his finger deeper inside Tim, eliciting another involuntary moan from the back of Tim’s throat.

“You need to relax,” Kon murmured, licking the back of Tim’s neck, the touch so hot that Tim felt like he was burning from the inside out, making him desperate to remove the remaining half of his uniform. But Kon—the annoying, persistent bastard—refused to let Tim move at all and insisted that wearing the Robin uniform whilst he fucked Tim into oblivion was conducive to the whole experience.

Tim begged to differ. Kon obviously got some kind of kick out of seeing him spread out like this, his trademark colors on Tim like a big old property sign suggesting Tim belonged to Kon and Kon alone. The mixture of red and black an obvious, open invitation for Kon to jump Tim whenever he so happened to get a boner (which was quite often believe it or not).

“You’re still an ass,” Tim said and he wished he could move so he could put a hand on himself and squeeze, relieve a bit of the tension that had been mounting since the moment Kon came into his room and told Tim he wanted to fuck him whilst he still wore the Robin outfit. “Just… get onto it already,” Tim hissed, trying to jerk his hips back to rut against Kon’s own erection.

“I just want to hear you beg,” said Kon against his ear, but he pressed his pelvis close, the tip of his erection hitting the crevice of Tim’s ass through the fabric of his jeans, making the both of them moan at the sudden surge of shock and pleasure from that single contact.

“Kon,” Tim said between his teeth, moving his hips and trying to obtain friction. “Kon, Kon, please, just fuck me already!”

“Shit,” Kon muttered.

Tim barely heard the sound of clothes being torn and thrown aside before he was hauled over to the side of the bed, his head hitting against the edge of the mattress just as Kon climbed over him, his mouth descending on Tim’s in messy, rough kiss that left Tim gasping for air.

He still couldn’t move. His hands were still pinned above his head by Kon’s TTK, so he couldn’t push Kon in the direction he wanted him to go. He tried to move his hips, but Kon had him firmly planted to the bed, his legs spread wide apart.

“Kon,” Tim said again, “Kon, please.”

“Say it again, Tim,” Kon said in a harsh, commanding tone, his fingers teasing the tip of his penis. “Tell me what you want and I swear I’ll do it.”

“Fuck me, Kon,” Tim begged. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me now.”

Kon didn’t waste anymore time. With a soft growl, he pushed Tim’s legs up high and thrust hard. He did not give Tim a moment to adjust or get used to the sensations like he normally would have done. This time Kon was driving one thrust after another, each shift of his hips more deeper and harsher than the last, and Tim felt every single one of them. Felt them tear through his flesh like a painful and yet pleasant burn, releasing both fire and lightning to the rest of his eager body.

“Oh, god, Kon,” Tim moaned when the pleasure mounted in complete sync with Kon’s thrusts. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he chanted as Kon’s ministrations grew fiercer and less controlled, like Kon could barely sustain a timely rhythm anymore and was now just frantically and desperately moving by sheer instinct.

Tim could feel Kon’s fingernails dig into his hipbones, bruising them; the lips against his own just as unrelenting and harsh as they bit and licked the corners and crevices of Tim’s mouth.

“Tim, you feel so… good. So fucking good,” Kon groaned, clinging onto Tim tightly, one hand moving through his hair while the other pushed Tim’s legs up higher; the thrusts coming in even more sporadic and faster than ever.

“Kon, I’m… I’m…” Tim gasped and couldn’t continue. He threw his head back as a wave of intense pleasure overcame him, almost blinding him with how powerful and overwhelming it was.

Kon thrust his hips a few more times before going completely still; his release echoing off the walls of the room as he buried his face into the crook of Tim’s neck and clung fiercely, riding the last of it until it was finally over.

Tim felt Kon’s TTK let his arms go, but Tim didn’t have the strength to move anymore, not even as Kon moved them so their backs now rested against the pillows. He pulled Tim to him gently, pillowing his head underneath his chin as his hands wrapped around Tim’s arms and shoulders, tucking him close.

“That was… incredible,” Kon sighed and Tim hummed in agreement, pressing his face along Kon’s bare chest. He felt Kon kiss his forehead. “You should totally wear the Robin outfit more often because this was seriously amazing.”

Tim smiled sleepily. “Alright then,” he agreed. “But next time, you are so going to wear the leather jacket.”

Kon raised an eyebrow at him. “I knew you had a thing for that jacket,” he said, sounding smug and bizarrely turned on again, and Tim was too much in bliss to deny that it wasn’t true.

“Just shut up and go to sleep,” he said, hiding his smile. He slung an arm across Kon’s middle and closed his eyes. “Otherwise we won’t be up for round two.”

Kon was all the more happy to comply.